BOHEMIAN..

She has the most colorful, breezy and abstract trunk of clothes. Her tresses are always tied into a casual bun that don't go well with her over sized aviator which cover the deep koeled eyes. There is always a bag on her shoulder having strange vibe of archaic things. A rusted book about bold ventures, wierd anklets, rusty earrings, beautiful scarfs, often a small copper box with some Mary Jane and bundle of forgotten cash in the chain.

Unusually by her stance, she turns heads around on her. A deep shallow thinker, she spends hours lucid dreaming. Her cheeks are always puffed due to the sleeplessness as she spends the night gazing at the stars and wondering Mayan. She blows it all away in the smokes and fags. She isn't always intoxicated but is intoxicating by her worldly intellect. She is just fine as a woman and finer as an existence. She isn't street smart but glows.

She just lives the way she lives. She wears her own boho.